Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Brick,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.